A keresés eredménye oldal 32

My Beloved Dear Mother ( The Towel )

My beloved dear mother, you did not sleep through out the night
And you had led me out to the field near by the village
And there onto a distant road way beneath the stars you accompanied me, to see me off,
And a towel - embroidered for a good fate you had given to me.
 
And there onto a distant road way beneath the stars you accompanied me, to see me off,
And a towel - embroidered for a good fate you had given to me.
 
Let there on it bloom and flourish a wide path,
And the green meadows and the nightingale groves
And your dear faithful motherly precious and affectionate smile
And your tender yet sorrowful beautiful bright blue eyes.
 
And your dear faithful motherly precious and affectionate smile
And your tender yet sorrowful beautiful bright blue eyes.
 
 
I'll shall take that towel, I'll lay it out as if it be my fate
In the quiet rustling of grasses, there in the whispering groves,
And on that very towel everything familiar will painfully come back to life -
And my childhood, our separation, and your faithful motherly love.
 
And on that very towel everything familiar will painfully come back to life -
And my childhood, our separation, and your faithful motherly love.
 

In The Carpathian Mountains

In the Carpathian mountains I would like to live,
From the mountain to the valley I would like to descend.
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 
In the Carpathian mountains a Hutsul lives there ,
A Beautiful Hutsyl he leeds by her hand
 
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 

In the Carpathian Mountains -2

In the Carpathian mountains I would like to live,
From the mountain to the valley I would like to descend.
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 
In the Carpathian mountains where the pine grows ,
The fragrant grasses in spring do grow there
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 
In the Carpathian mountains, where the grasses do grow,
The the Huttzyl does carry his milk in a pail.
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 

Falling Falling, Falling is the Snow.

Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
From the sky's gray abyss
In the millions they are falling
Those cold butterflies .
 
Unanimous, like a jury
Cold, like bad luck
Inundating all life
All the beauty of the meadows and the fields.
*
Your eyes are like the sea
Light-hearted, so bright:
My heart's old grief,
Like dust, drowns in them.
 
Your eyes are like a well
Pure on a pearly day,
And hope, like a star,
Sparkles out to me.
*
What is my happiness without you?
The sound is empty and mute!
What is my grief with out you?
It's value's so fleeting
*
Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
The carpet heavily is lain..
The young fire in the soul
Dying, weakens, extinguishes.
*
Your eyes are like the sea
Light-hearted, so bright:
My heart's old grief,
Like dust, drowns in them.
 
Your eyes are like a well
Pure on a pearly day,
And hope, like a star,
Sparkles out to me.
*
Your eyes are like a well
Pure on a pearly day,
And hope, like a star,
Sparkles out to me.
*
Falling, falling, falling is the snow...
 
Used poems: 'Falling, falling, falling is the snow.', 'Your eyes like the sea', If you should meet upon the street'.
 

Falling. Falling, Falling is the Snow -2

Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
They be like silver butterflies
These snowflakes, white and clean.
Quietly falling to the feet.
Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
 
Falling, falling, falling is the snow....
Quietly, easily, from everywhere
Covering everything all around
There's not a path nor a road ...
Falling, falling, falling is the snow. ...
 
Falling, falling, falling is the snow. ...
Already covering the valleys and mountains
Already the whole world's like a white sea
A white sea without a road ...
Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
 
words: Marika Pidhiryanka
 

Infinite Roads

Today I want to sing
And that my voice will gather together all the brotherhood
We are not many but there is never a rival
That can silence us
 
I want all of you to mine
All their bridges and impose our law
If needed we hang the DJ
To search for a new and young Morrissey
 
Dead the singer-songwriter
Dead song
Who the hell who think he is?
Who wants to end up with him?
 
I have a girl and a gun
A pleasure cruise
Endless Roads
And some crime to solve
 
With my new super powers
I will raise a festival
With Lori Meyers playing now
Because I want to dance
 
Today I feel so good
That something bad has to happen to me
Please someone extend this alienation
With any drug (pharma), and with good liquor
 
Another year
Jota (singer of Los Planetas) singing at the Primavera Sound
I prefer Egon in Arenal street
Or do the vocals on Mi Capitan
 
Stop bittering
All the people
Don't talk to me about honesty
Give me something that will make me cry
 

Két idegen

Üres az utca, késő éjszaka van
Csak a te ablakodban ég a fény
Régen szerelmes voltál belém
És ma éjszaka egyedül várok
 
Nem kérem a csókjaidat, még csak a szerelmed sem
Csupán hallani akarom a hangod suttogva
Egyszer én jelentettem mindent számodra
És ma csak egy idegen vagyok az éjszakában
 
Refrén:
Rám néztél
Titokban szerettél
Szerelmet kértél
Csak egy válaszra vártál
Ha elmondtad, volna
Mára nem váltunk volna
Két idegenné a májusi éj leple alatt
 
Egy nap, teljesen véletlenül
Találkozni fogok veled az utcán
Meg fogom érteni a tekintetedből
Hogy már nem érzed azt, amit akkor éreztél
 
És már nem fogom látni a szerelmet a szemeidben
A szíved nem értem dobog
Egyszer én jelentettem mindent számodra
És ma csak egy idegen vagyok az éjszakában
 
Refrén:
Rám néztél
Titokban szerettél
Szerelmet kértél
Csak egy válaszra vártál
Ha elmondtad, volna
Mára nem váltunk volna
Két idegenné a májusi éj leple alatt
 
Refrén:
Rám néztél
Titokban szerettél
Szerelmet kértél
Csak egy válaszra vártál
Ha elmondtad, volna
Mára nem váltunk volna
Két idegenné a májusi éj leple alatt
 

The Feminine Voice of the Singer

It was my mother said to me
My voice comes from woman
My voice came from therein, from who gave me birth
Who could explain the singer
Who could understand this voice
Without the voices he carries with him?
 
Without the voices he's heard
When still an apprentice
How can his voice be an Elis*
Without the angel who listened
To Maria Sapoti*
When would his song flourish then?
 
Feminine is the gift
That compels him to chant
The song his soul arrests in the air
Feminine is the passion
His musical love
Feminine is the sound of his heart
 
His minstrel's voice
His people has wed
And the country' streets are his altar
Feminine is the passion
In his musical love
Feminine is the sound of his heart
 
His minstrel's voice
His people has wed
And the country' streets are his altar
The city is joyous
With the voice of its singer
The city wants to sing along
He'll always remember
The firewood on a stove
The melodies sweeping in from the backyard
The voices he's kept close
The voices he's loved
The voices who taught him thus: it's truly good to sing
 

Invent

And then again, who hasn't ever dreamt of changing the world?
 
We're tired of becoming the serious-minded youth
either necessarily satisfied, or criminals, or neurotics:
we want to laugh, to stay innocent, to expect something from life, to ask, to ignore.
We don't want to be this dreamless already. [- Pier Paolo Pasolini]
 
Somebody should really invent a two-ended toothpaste tube
so no wife would be mad at her husband for pressing the tube from the wrong side
Somebody should really invent an alternative role
for the children who play the trees in school plays
Somebody should really invent a way to tell her 'don't leave me!'
without then dying from guilt if, in the end, she actually stays
Somebody should really invent a new philosophy
or a new zeitgeist according to which the soul is the body's parole.
 
Somebody should really invent a follow-up to this song
cause I'm fucking tired of this 'Somebody should really invent' anaphora
It'd be great if pop understood that there exist four chords other than these
 
I want to see Pasolini in prime time on Italia Uno
insulting capitalism and the consumistic logic
I want to see more people at a Vasco Brondi gig
and possibly some less at a Vasco Rossi's (*)
 
You understand a lot of those who tell you their most intimate truths
You understand everything about those who tell you only superficial lies
People never change, those who are against homosexuality today,
in the 17th century defined telescopes as the devil's work
And everyone loves Coldplay who always play the same four chords
because you can't really love music unless you're also a little deaf
And in spite of all the new experiences we're all slaves to our dreams
because it's impossible to be happy unless you're also a little foolish
 
Keep in mind that you'll be judged based on how many likes your status will get
and if you don't get at least 20 likes you'll be considered a bit lame
I stopped tripping in my head cause I can't afford the tickets anymore
and I think love is like the tangent of a right angle
 

Two colours

Versions: #3
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Together on the cloth, and in my soul I leave,
Two colours
Two colours, dear to me,
Red - it is for love,
And black- it is for grief.
 
As youngster I was getting ready in the spring
To walk into the world along the roads unknown
A shirt my mum embroidered for me,
With scarlet red and raven black,
With stitches red and black when I'm alone.
 
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Together on the cloth, and in my soul I leave,
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Red - it is for love,
And black- it is for grief.
 
Life taken me and I was lost and blind
But I've always came back to my doors,
Like mothers sawing it has intertwined
My sorrowful, my joyful,
My sorrowful, my joyful country roads.
 
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Together on the cloth, and in my soul I leave,
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Red - it is for love,
And black- it is for grief.
 
Gray hair whiffed in to my eyes like frost,
But I'm bringing nothing to my home,
Only a bundle of old worn out cloth
And my embroidered life it was,
And my embroidered life on it, my own,
And my embroidered life it was,
And my embroidered life on it, my own.
 
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Together on the cloth, and in my soul I leave,
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Red - it is for love,
And black- it is for grief.
 

Unstable

If this mattress could speak
It would say that the living move fast
Springs go numb from sleeping
This should be felt
 
Cactuses need to be watered as well
Curtains get opened on Saturdays
I need light
So that I won't break
 
I bought a new rug from Ikea
And only to accommodate all these bogeys under it
I wrote happy songs about you
And I sung them to people even though it felt fucking terrible
 
I can fly
That's why I'm afraid of the wingless
When I'm laying on the floor next to you
I can fly
I don't want to mess around
This parquet is too unstable
When the mind tells it's time to go, hey
But along with my heart you took the ambulance
Yah
I can fly
My back hurts
This parquet is too unstable
 
(This parquet is too unstable)
 
I'm at the other side of Finland
I must fool around properly again
To not need social insurance's help
I'm skipping meals
 
When you don't believe that I truly
Stand on your side in here too
My heart is beating
Should it be killed
 
I bought a new rug from Ikea
And only to accommodate all these bogeys under it
I wrote happy songs about you
And I sung them to people even though it felt fucking terrible
 
I can fly
That's why I'm afraid of the wingless
When I'm laying on the floor next to you
I can fly
I don't want to mess around
This parquet is too unstable
When the mind tells it's time to go, hey
But along with my heart you took the ambulance
Yah
I can fly
My back hurts
This parquet is too unstable
 
(Yah, yah)
 
(Too unstable)
 
(Yah, yah)
 
I have no tears left
Chaos has become too normal
A handful of pills
Why the fuck did you do that
 
(Yah, yah)
 
(This parquet is too unstable)
 
(Yah, yah)
 
(When I'm laying on the floor next to you)
 
(Yah, yah)
 
(Too unstable)
 
(Yah, yah)
 
(This parquet is too unstable)
 

Adios

Batman-clock shouted into my ear
It would be one new morning again
 
And that dick busdriver, I want to punch his face
If I didn't go to work today no one would probably notice
 
I'm wondering why I'm hating this pointless stuff
I leave my timecard outside my workplace
 
Adi-adi-os, adios, adios
Now was the last straw
Adi-adi-os, adios, adios
I won't be wondering what if, anymore
Today I'm leaving, today I'm dancing, today I'm raving
So adi-adi-os, adios, adios
Adios
 
I have a dead palm tree and dish piles
But instead I've been slowdancing with my vacuum
 
I'm gonna find a place somewhere where I can be completely tourist
Blindly drink mojitos, kiss strangers
 
Messages are raining to my voicemail
I throw my phone to a wall and I'm free
 
Adi-adi-os, adios, adios
Now was the last straw
Adi-adi-os, adios, adios
I won't be wondering what ifs anymore
Today I'm leaving, today I'm dancing, today I'm raving
So adi-adi-os, adios, adios
Adios
 
Played the role of a saint too long
Not easy
I want to drown into a moshpit
Hands full of bruises
I'm spilling my drinks
Shaking my hair to this beat
 
Adi-adi-os, adios
I won't be thinking what if, what if, anymore
Because hey, today I'm leaving, today I'm dancing, today I'm raving, today I'm boiling
 
Adi-adi-os, adios, adios
Now was the last straw
Adi-adi-os, adios, adios
I won't be wondering what ifs anymore
Today I'm leaving, today I'm dancing, today I'm raving
So adi-adi-os, adios, adios
Adios
 
Adios
 

You name it

I miss you even when I am with you
Is it the union or longing, you name it
You burned (me) with your love, so (it) caused the notoriety
Is it love or hate you name it
 
You were the first and last love in my youth
You were the flower of love in my heart
You were so embedded in my heart's temple
Is it (being) homesick or yearning, you name it
 
Your love burns to torrefy the fire,
You are the son of wind, hurl (me) with love
The heart aches when you look
Is it an evil eye or rage, you name it
 

I'm Left In Tears

I'm left in tears
I look for you in my dreams
I'm left in tears
I look for you in heavy dreams
 
(Refrain)
But you didn't know, unfaithful soul,
But you didn't know that I love you,
You didn't know, unfaithful soul,
But you didn't know that I love you,
You took everything from me
 
I'm left in tears
And I know well, I can't go on by myself
Memories are sad
And I'm still on fire because of your lips
 
(Refrain)
 

Peasant Soul

I'm not really born under a lucky star
I looked for my happiness by myself
My peasant soul guided me
It guided me and brought me to you
 
It's hard for me to live in the city
Far away from my pastures
I would of left a hundred times
If I just hadn't met you
 
Come, baby, give me
Red vine
So the peasant soul
Could get drunk
(This peasant soul of mine)
 
I'm not really born under a lucky star
I looked for my happiness by myself
Great love guided me
It guided me and brought me to you
 
But in the night when I got to sleep
Every time I think at least once
O God, it would be so beautiful
If I'd wake up at home tomorrow
 

Science Fiction

Tonight
Flash Gordon
Will try to be
Barbarella
To see if he imprisons
The Albert Einstein
Who created the elixir
Of long life still lives
And try to create a new H-bomb
An eclipse destroyed the sun
That wanted to be Apollo
Without the myth, only the fire burns the floor
 
Jules Verne
Killed Galileo
And Saturn
Your children
Pure blood is the cannibal essence
Dead dreams, crooked dreams
I always see my death
Anyway, there are no more heroes
Kryptonite in my blood
Chloroform in the bathroom
And the dance is the same is not fiction
 
Revolution!!
In tropical jungles
Laser beam kills Indians
Discovery: the new world has aged
How try to be wild
If there is no anarchy?
And the dance is the same is not fiction
 
Starvation in the stars
Starvation in the stars
Starvation in the stars
And here too
 

Life Is Mine (I Do What I Want)

Do this
Do that
Lose weight
Have style
Buy this one
Prove that one
Follow the fashion
Vote for him ...
 
Don't put words
In my head
Stop talking
Before I
Go crazy
I don't want
To explain
I will not change
No matter
What happens ...
 
Life is mine
I do what I want
Life is mine
I do what I want
 
Sing this
Be afraid
Smoke another
Wake up early
Have modes
Stay quiet
Love the same
Hate everything ...
 
They want me to shut up
And obey
And, after all,
Still thank you
Being just someone
Saying 'yes'
I will not change
No matter
What happens ...
 
Life is mine
I do what I want
Life is mine
I do what I want
 
Don't put words
In my head
Stop talking
Before I
Go crazy
I don't want
To explain
I will not change
No matter
What happens ...
 
Life is mine
I do what I want
Life is mine
I do what I want
Life is mine
I do what I want
Life is mine
I do what I want
 

Find Yourself

My eyes are open
I woke up before it was too late
Sometimes, in the night, I heard your breathing
Maybe it's a side effect of my addiction
Come, and find yourself in the depths of my brain
 
It was no one, it's been a long time
I've dreamed of you while looking at the walls
Maybe it's a side effect of my addiction
Come, and find yourself in the depths of my brain
 

Yellow City

Yellow city, rain is coming
The door's handle is frozen
Another night waiting for you
But you're not coming back again
 
It's getting late, couch of misery
The sheets have a musty smell
Another night against the wind
Being afraid of the weather
 
Foreign steps on the old ladder
It must be the single guy next door
Another night you live and die
In another hug
 

If I had more time

When I was a child I was in love with the fire
In my dreams, I lived among the flames
No one asked what my dream was
But now I often linger by the fuel stations
 
If I had more time, I could lie to you
But you`d never understand what really hurts me
 
I used to march under heavy banners
Black flag waved for one motto
Dogs accompanied me on my long journey
Silently, like fear after a dream.
 
If I had more time, I could lie to you
But you`d never understand what really hurts me
 

I See You Combed Your Hair

I see you combed your hair, dyed it blonde
I see you combed your hair, dyed it blonde
Did you ever know you roped me into myself
Did you ever know you roped me into myself
Wish I had never seen you, had never lost my heart to you
Wish I had never seen you, had never lost my heart to you
Wish I had never had the heart to call out your name
Wish I had never had the heart to call you 'plain'
 

Irene

Irene, tonight I'd rip your face off
so that you'll scare the world away, but you'll still be mine
in this pitch black night, that maybe was tomato black
my Red Brigades hands caress you, Aldo Moro (*)
 
You read it in the stars, that music will give us the daily bread
maybe you've sold your realism to some fair-trade shop
Irene, don't you blindly believe what the zodiac says
because music gives the daily bread only to the celiacs
 
The future I could have given you, I traded it
for the vinyls I keep in my attic
I will gift them to you when you'll have lost your hopes
and you'll feel helpless
The future I could have given you
is, all things considered, a flop - better
if you marry an engineer
a lawyer, a dentist
or, or, or your therapist.
 
An inquiring, cider-hued light
burns strongly in this room and turns the night to ashes
and whilst you sleep, a droplet of saliva streaks out of your mouth
accurate like a kiss never given, or a ticking clock
Irene, songwriters say it's not a matter
of how many times you fall, but whether or not you manage to get back up
But after a thousand mighty falls
we just have to learn to live like snakes
 
The future I could have given you, I traded it
for the vinyls I keep in my attic
I will gift them to you when you'll have lost your hopes
and you'll feel helpless
The future I could have given you
is, all things considered, a flop - listen,
break free from this all,
run away as fast as you can
Remember me as a Neville Longbottom
in a world of Draco Malfoy-s
 
Irene, don't you ever trust
the lyrics of my songs,
especially those you have to paraphrase:
those are the worst ones
Trust only the freshly baked bread
in the winter mornings,
and heaven, only when
only when seen from hell
 
The future I could have given you, I traded it
for the vinyls I keep in my attic
I will gift them to you when you'll have lost your hopes
and you'll feel helpless
 

Bread and roses

When we walk together, a lovely day walks with us
Through all the dark kitchens and where a work yard lay gray
Suddenly the sun begins to caress our poor world
And everyone hears us sing: Bread and roses!
Bread and roses!
 
When we walk together, we also fight for the man
Because no human can come onto Earth without a mother
And when a life is more than work, sweat and belly
We want more, give us life, but give us roses too!
Give us roses too!
 
When we walk together, our dead walk with us
Their unheard cry for bread also cries through our song
They had never exhausted quietness for beauty, love, art
So we fight for bread and for roses too
For roses too
 
When we walk together, a better day comes with us
The people who defend themselves fend off the plague from everyone
It must end that small people toil for the big!
With all your life: Bread and roses!
Bread and roses!
 
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Evander

Hymn

I'll sing if you want me to,
But don't believe me
I've got no stars left in my pockets
And you can't fly any
Higher, higher
In the face of the rising evening
On the beach with its bonfires
 
I'll sing for us
For we aren't any
Any stronger than what little youth
Is burning inside us
And will later end
In the face of the rising evening
On the beach with its bonfires
 
Tell me that you want, that you can
Give me happiness
And under my skin a river will flow for you
A sweet river that
Will sing
My hopes of becoming a woman,
And your mouth will later drink from it
 
Tell me I'm not about
To lose my place
You're a torch inside me
But if you can't burn anymore,
Stay anyway
Together we'll sing
And bring some wood for our bonfire
 
Tell me that you want, that you can
Give me happiness
Open your arms, and my sadness
Will dissolve, and there'll finally be
An explosion
Of shooting stars
Over the already-extinguished bonfires
 
No, Sun, you can't
Send us away now
You're red, rising higher and higher
He's sleeping, and the sea knows
How much love
He's given me and will give me
Stealing the face of an evening
 

And It's Raining Stars

You broke my branch
The sky is like a veil,
A satin veil now burning in my hand
My body is not answering
It's gone past the limit
And is meekly collapsing into your kingdom
And it's raining stars, and
Who follows them, poetry
The wise sky is singing
That life is mine alone
The sunken ships
The lost nets
I've had my share of storms, too
But playing on the pier
You alone of all my playmates
Have blown into my heart
And without any made-up moons,
Without crying or lashings,
Love was what I reaped
I bore the waves,
All sails set,
Tonight I've been drinking, too
My wooden body
Has been consumed by you
Now ashes fly away with your breathing
I've found a nest in you
My fears that I've been hiding
For years, like pearls
Inside a veil
And it's raining stars, and
Who follows them, poetry
The wise sky is singing
That life is mine alone
The sunken ships
The lost nets
I've had my share of storms, too
But playing on the pier
You alone of all my playmates
Have blown into my heart
And without any made-up moons,
Without crying or lashings,
Love was what I reaped
 

Trinidad

The sun rises over the Atlantic
And sets in Venezuela
Opening the paths of the tropics
The paths to rum and tobacco
And since it's cold here
I'm escaping to Trinidad
 
Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad, oh Trinidad
 
Hollow drums for the rhythm
Memories for the tempo
In the back room of a shop
 
Among former reed cutters
The music takes us on a walk
And we're escaping to Trinidad
 
Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad, oh Trinidad
 
Crazy thoughts invade our minds
Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad
And bring us closer in the night
Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad,
We forget about the chill of winter
 
Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad, oh Trinidad
Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad, oh Trinidad
 
In the grey of the morning's early hours
We still have something up our sleeves
We linger around in the streets for a while
With the blue sky on our skin
And since we're dreaming of a getaway
Let's go to Trinidad again
 
Crazy thoughts invade our minds
Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad
And bring us closer in the night
Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad
We forget about the chill of winter
 
Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad, oh Trinidad
Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad, oh Trinidad...
 

Bagatelle

Enlightened by the flames of the bonfire
Lucia's features were rollercoasters
and Paolo fell in love with them
and turned his eyes to the sky and his saints
'I humbly ask of you, I know that you're busy
helping people more in need than me,
but I fell in love and I'd be so grateful
if she felt the same way as I do'
 
My love, my love, you're always the same old story
you're the door creaking, the flooded engine
the umbrella that got forgotten at the tram station
the sound of a dream enduring under the weight of the years
 
and on the wonky raft
Fatima's smile was a cruise ship
and surrounded by salt mixed with blood
young Samir discovered the spring
Lean out of the raft and stretch your hands out to me
After all, if you close your eyes, it kinda feels like on the Titanic
But we won't sink, you'll see, we'll make it through
I already smell pizza but it's probably just freedom!
 
My love, my love, you're always the same old story
you're the door creaking, the flooded engine
the umbrella that got forgotten at the tram station
the sound of a dream enduring under the weight of the years
 
My love, my love, you've run away from churches long time ago
and you hide in a japanese tourist's pictures
You've nearly died under NATO's rifle fire
and today you keep quiet, fearing you'll come off as cheesy
 
My love, my love, you're always the same old story
you're the door creaking, the flooded engine
the umbrella that got forgotten at the tram station
the sound of a dream enduring
under the weight of the years and of reality
 

Tetris

You were to me
the long tetris piece
The one you wait a lifetime for
but when it finally comes, it solves everything
You were to me
the third string in a chord
the most important note, that decided the fate
of my empty days
You were to me
the fiercest beast
that can be only quietly tamed
The profanity of a religious person
when they stab their toe on the bedside table
The prayer of an agnostic person
in the grey of a
winter,
devilish morning
 
And I'm sorry if I tell you certain things
but I just have to tell someone
and the only someone I know is you
You blew inside my
harmonica-shaped heart
you've sown wind and reaped windpower
Your quite-s and your enough-s
won't certainly stop the volcano erupting on my bare face
It all started with an indifferent 'marry me'
and ended with a 'nice to meet you'
(or maybe reckless to meet you, huh)
 
You were to me
the awareness
that, with the help of time, even a Magikarp will eventually
turn into a Gyarados
You were to me
surviving a thousand nightmares
but dying with the first dream that popped up
along my way
Oh, you were to me
the absence to Bresson
the Corrida to Hemingway
and the revolution to Danton
the whistle of the train to Belluca
you've shocked me
like Raffaella Carrà on national television with her Tuca Tuca
 
And I'm sorry if I tell you certain things
but I just have to tell someone
and the only someone I know is you
You blew inside my
harmonica-shaped heart
you've sown wind and reaped windpower
Your quite-s and your enough-s
won't certainly stop the volcano erupting on my bare face
It all started with an indifferent 'marry me'
and ended with a 'nice to meet you'
 
You were to me what the Dunning-Krueger Effect is to Kanye West
You were to me what Friends were to the '90s.
I escaped into your eyes for hours
and felt like a better person
I escaped into your eyes for hours
and felt like a better person
 
Refrain
 
I'm sorry if I tell you certain things
but I just have to tell someone
and the only someone I know is you
You blew inside my
harmonica-shaped heart
you've sown wind and reaped windpower
Your quite-s and your enough-s
won't certainly stop the volcano erupting on my bare face
It all started with an indifferent 'marry me'
and ended with a 'nice to meet you'
 

Pest worth it for a night

Have you ever been above the Fisherman's Bastion
When the sunset has happened?
And when your nightly kiss
was hidden by the Parliament with its shadow?
Do you know how
Dark is the deep of an arcade?
What knows the one about Pest
Who never tried them it all?
 
Ramble you with me over a night,
because Pest worth it for a night!
All the house winking us their windows
Pest woth it for a night!
And we walking slowly across the pavement on a street of Óbuda
On the beginning of isle and on the bridgeheads
With hundreds of moonlight above the Danube
Starlight and moreover me!
 
And if seem to be less
Then this is only the beginning!
You will see even after the first kiss that
Pest* worth it for a night!
Pest worth it for a night!
 
Ramble you with me over a night...
 

Cheap comfort

One cigarett after another
One glass after antoher
Oh, it is not true, not more then a
Cheap comfort
 
One night after another
Girls come after each other
Oh, it is not true, not more then a
Cheap comfort
 
See, darling how fool am I
My heart, I will playe it in the loop
Oh, it is not true, not more then a
Cheap comfort
 
The life is fool and this world too
Will be fool who goes in it
Oh, it is not true, not more then a
Cheap comfort
 
Tell it who is the wrong
What is the world changed from
What I be other from
 
It is not like that it was a long ago
Not that Sun shines me a long ago
Not that Sun and not that Moon
Not that lover who was
 
I see, darling that you do not understand
How many times I bleed to death
Oh, it is not true, not more then a
Cheap comfort
 

I want it with you

If you were school book
I would learn from you
You pages
I will turn them repeatedly
 
If you were drink
I would be drunk alway
And if war of independence
I would sacrifice my blod
 
I want to burn with you on the Hell's fire
If the time is here
I want to step to the Heaven with you
Resurrect together
 
When you were cloud
I alwayes soaked in skin
When you sprinkled sunshine
I always shamed
 
I would brusts to you at Fall
With covering leaf litter
And if I were Winter
I would snow on you
 
I could melt in you
With the blooming, pretty Spring
If I were hot Summer
I would shine on you
 
I want to burn with you on the Hell's fire
If the time is here
I want to step to the Heaven with you
Resurrect together
 
When you were cloud
I alwayes soaked in skin
When you sprinkled sunshine
I always shamed
 
I want to burn with you on the Hell's fire
If the time is here
I want to step to the Heaven with you
Resurrect together
 
When you were cloud
I alwayes soaked in skin
When you sprinkled sunshine
I always shamed
 
When you sprinkled sunshine
I always shamed
 

When I'm twenty years old

Please, wait until I'm twenty years old
Don't say goodbye yet
Please, wait though I understand
That your heart is free
You make me worry, you say I'm selfish
In my nineteens, in my nineteens
When I'm twenty years old, I'll walk alone
I'll walk in the evening without you
When I'm twenty years old, I'll laugh alone
Forgetting you, I'll laugh alone
 
Please, wait until I'm twenty years old
Don't burn my letters
I understand that that person of yours
Is waiting outside the door
You make me worry, you say I'm selfish
In my nineteens, in my nineteens
When I'm twenty years old, I'll walk alone
I'll walk in the evening without you
When I'm twenty years old, I'll search alone
I'll search alone for the pillow of my heart
 
In my nineteens, in my nineteens
When I'm twenty years old, I'll walk alone
I'll walk in the evening without you
When I'm twenty years old, I'll search alone
I'll search alone for the pillow of my heart
Lalala...
 

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